Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhen Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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